When I was born, my mama’s pussy had the new car smell.
Royce Da 5’9", “New Money,” Street Hop, 2009
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And how ‘bout the non-blunt rollin’ females
That always fucks it up ’cause they don’t wanna break their Lee nails?
Redman, “How to Roll a Blunt,” Whut, Thee Album?, 1992
Destiny made a mistake and gave my fate to someone else.
Joe Budden, “Going Thru the Motions,” Mood Muzik: The Box Set, 2012
Friends: how many have ‘em?
How long before they split like atoms?
Don’t ask me, but what I do stand behind
Is someone havin’ your back seems hard to find.
Posdnous, “The Book of Life,” from De La Soul’s Plug 1 and Plug 2, First Serve, 2012
I am the manifestation of study,
NOT the manifestation of money.
Therefore, I advance through thought,
NOT what’s manufactured and bought.
KRS-One, “Original Lyrics,” from Boogie Down Productions’ Edutainment, 1990
…Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere.
They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed,
Pushed out them chests like they’re big rough and tough.
A cop come and said ‘You’ll never sell your guns now.’
I said ‘It doesn’t matter, you’ll sell them anyhow.
You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee;
Anyway you put it, they’ll get in the city!’
KRS-One, “100 Guns,” from Boogie Down Productions’ Edutainment, 1990
We can’t complain for this borrowed time;
So don’t misuse yours, cause you can’t borrow mine.
Big K.R.I.T., “Wake Up,” 4Eva N A Day, 2012
You pout like a trout in a drought…can’t get out.
You want to scream, but fish can’t shout.
MF Grimm, “King of New York,” Scars & Memories, 2005
Yo, where the teachers went, with all that pro-black shit?
Where all the conscious niggas, who used to chat like this?
See, I remember yesterday when y’all was Gods and Earths,
Egyptians and metaphysicists on the verge of giving birth
To Understanding, and planting seeds that grow.
Now everybody’s on that bullshit about killing and so.
Wise Intelligent, “Conscious Style,” The New World Order, 1996
Shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it.
Dr. Octagon, “Blue Flowers,” Dr. Octagonecologyst, 1996
She’s not impressed by your fancy car.
She got a body so she’s snotty and she don’t care who you are.
So don’t get mad and dis her reputation
Callin’ her a floozy, any conversation.
Mad grammar, backstabber, girls they wanna be her.
But like Stevie Wonder, none of y’all can see her!
Positive K, “A Flower Grows in Brooklyn,” The Skills Dat Pay Da Bills, 1992
Look here: “Mo’ money, mo’ problems,” my ass.
You’s a naive cat if you still believe that.
Ol’ Dirty Bastard, “Pop Shots,” Osirus: The Official Mixtape, 2006
I was always taught my do’s and don’ts:
For do’s I did, and for don’ts, I said I won’t.
GZA, “I Gotcha Back,” from the Fresh soundtrack, and also on Liquid Swords, 1994
A prejudiced man is of a devil mentality.
These are words of a wise man, wisdom;
Take a taste and erase the racism.
Kool G Rap, “Erase Racism,” from Kool G Rap and DJ Polo’s Wanted: Dead or Alive, 1990
Ain’t nothin’ like hip-hop music;
You like it cause you choose it.
Most DJ’s won’t refuse it,
A lotta sucka MC’s misuse it.
Daddy-O, “Go Stetsa I,” from Stetsasonic’s On Fire, 1986
The poor get worked, the rich get richer,
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
The poor gets dead, the rich get depressed,
The ugly get mad, the pretty get stressed.
The ugly get violent, the pretty get gone,
The old get stiff, the young get stepped on.Whoever told you that “it was all good” lied,
So throw your fists up if you not satisfied.
J-Live, “Satisfied,” All of the Above, 2002
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’d do for a dollar…
I’m not your father, but guess what I’mma do to ya mama.
Sean P, “Murder,” from DJ JS-1’s No Sellout, 2009
You’re lookin’ at the Fridge, I’m the rookie.
I may be large, but I’m no dumb cookie.
You’ve seen me hit, you’ve seen me run,
When I kick and pass, we’ll have more fun.
I can dance, you will see,
The others, they all learn from me.
I don’t come here lookin’ for trouble,
I just came here to do the Super Bowl Shuffle.
William “The Refrigerator” Perry, “The Super Bowl Shuffle,” Chicago Bears, 1985
I call you once…you never dialed back.
Twice…you never dialed back.
Saturday morning, live, I’m on Soul Train, talkin’ to Don Cornelius.Saturday night, my phone rings…
Saturday night, I won’t answer.
Saturday night, my phone rings again…
Saturday night, I don’t answer.
Kool Keith, “Stop Jockin Me,” from Ultramagnetic MC’s Funk Your Head Up, 1992. Donald Cortez “Don” Cornelius (September 27, 1936 – February 1, 2012) Rest in peace.
When I hit the skins they all say, ‘Damn Kane…
You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!’
Big Daddy Kane, “How U Get a Record Deal?” Looks Like a Job For…, 1993
I don’t feel pain cause it’s all in the mind,
And what’s mines is mines and yours is mine!
Sticky Fingaz, “Throw Ya Gunz,” from Onyx’s Bacdafucup, 1993
I find it’s distressin’, there’s never no in-between:
We either niggaz or kings,
We either bitches or queens.
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse,
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts.
Mos Def, “Thieves in the Night,” from Black Star’s Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star, 1998
When I need bread, I grab the toaster and stick niggas for they crumbs.
Akinyele, “The Robbery Song,” Put It in Your Mouth EP, 1996
I’m from Jerz, the home of: “I could’ve swore I parked my car right here!”
Chino XL, “B-Boy Gangsta,” Poison Pen, 2006
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul,
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold…
Beanie Sigel, “Hypnotic,” from Memphis Bleek’s M.A.D.E., 2003
It don’t make sense: either you a soldier from the start,
Or a actor with a record deal tryin’ to play the part.
Xzibit, “Paparazzi,” At the Speed of Life, 1996
Fuck a moment of silence…I need a moment of violence.
Immortal Technique, “Toast to the Dead,” The Martyr, 2011
You can call it hell…
But I say it’s below the heavens.
Blu, “The World Is…(Below the Heavens),” from Blu & Exile’s Below the Heavens, 2007
A forty and a blunt, that’s all she really wants.
Grand Puba, “Slow Down,” from Brand Nubian’s One for All, 1990
Life is real, reality is not a dream.
Those who chose to sleep…I wake em up,
Cause you’re sleepin with your mouth open hummin deez nuts.
King Sun, “Humm Deez Nuts,” Strictly Ghetto EP, 1994
Look past the garbage, over the trains,
Under the ruins, through the remains,
Around the crime and pollution,
And tell me…where I fit in?
Grandmaster Caz, “South Bronx Subway Rap,” from Wild Style Soundtrack, 1983
Why is it a honey act like she don’t want to be bothered?
But after the tappin’, she yappin’ like she want her children fathered?
Breeze Brewin’, “Sex Type Thang,” from Juggaknots’ Clear Blue Skies (Re-Release), 2002
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes.
So I said this rhyme I’m about to say
The rhyme was def a’ then it went this way…
Run, “Sucker M.C.’s,” from Run-D.M.C., 1984
I wanna lie to you sometimes…but I can’t.
I wanna tell you that it’s all good…but it ain’t.
Cee-Lo, “Thought Process,” from Goodie Mob’s Soul Food, 1995
Every time the ball drop on New Year’s Eve,
We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese…
Prodigy, “New Yitty,” H.N.I.C. Part 2, 2008
Mental energy from within keeps me higher,
Than anything rolled and set on fire
Masta Ace, “Sittin’ On Chrome,” Sittin’ on Chrome, 1995
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo,
Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho…tel,
To get a good night’s sleep, I’m keeping in step.
Now do I come off? Yep.
Big Daddy Kane, “Just Rhymin’ with Biz,” Long Live the Kane, 1988
‘That buck that bought the bottle coulda struck the lotto.’
To invest in scratch tickets is a fucked up motto.
Reks, “Black Cream (The Negro Epidemic),” Grey Hairs, 2008
You might win some, but you just lost one.
Lauryn Hill, “Lost Ones,” The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, 1998
If you can’t respect that, your whole perspective is wack.
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black.
Jay-Z, “December 4th,” The Black Album, 2003
Linguine linguistics that left my verbal essence saucy,
Send a message, leave you sleepin’ next to headless horsey.
Action Bronson, “Terror Death Camp,” from Action Bronson and Statik Selektah’s Well Done, 2011
Lookin down the barrel of a gun, son of gun, son of a bitch, gettin paid, gettin rich!
Beastie Boys, “Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun,” Paul’s Boutique, 1989
A born terror, a rebel without a pause…
Ain’t never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
Shyheim, “On and On,” Shyheim a.k.a. The Rugged Child, 1994 (via egotripland & babylonfalling)
Let’s be honest, the cards’ on the table:
Jealousy’s a sin, Cain killed Abel.
Backstabber…Caesar had Brutus.
It’s hard to weed ‘em out, even Jesus had Judas.
Pusha T, “Sweet Freestyle,” 2011
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death,
We got to fight the powers that be!
Chuck D., “Fight the Power,” from Public Enemy’s Fear of a Black Planet, 1990
I’m the ghetto Mr. Universe, call me Lou FerNEGRO,
I push a lot of iron, but I don’t do it in the gym tho.
Lil’ Fame, “Blasphemy (Blast 4 Me)” from M.O.P.’s SPARTA, 2011
And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie…
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.
Big L, “Put it On,” Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous, 1995 (via ninetynow)
Just because love is complex doesn’t mean it has complexion.
Legit, “A Nigger in Northface,” Coloring Outside the Lines, 2011. Video.
If I should fall asleep and death takes me away,
Don’t be surprised son, I wasn’t put here to stay.
Lauryn Hill, “Family Business,” from The Fugees’ The Score, 1996
It’s kinda hard bein humble in the belly of the struggle,
Doin things that probably get you in trouble.
Busta Rhymes, “Been Through the Storm,” The Big Bang, 2006